Captive of My Mafia Crush
My attention is immediately fastened on the screen, because I recognize the voice I hear.
I gasp, realizing that it’s Steven. I lean forward, staring at the video, which shows Steven sitting on the couch.
He’s crying, a gun pointed at him, and he’s begging the two men standing before him – telling them to take whatever they want, he just needs more time. My eyes go wide when I hear the next words spill from his mouth, because he offers them me.
Steven tells them everything that I’m a stripper and where I work. When he tells them how much money I bring in every month, their eyebrows go up. One of the mobsters on the screen makes a phone call – maybe confirming the details? I don’t know.